The moment she finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a moment.
Pinluo didn't make a sound. The wind became even more anxious, wailing. The evil Qi in the fog became thicker and thicker. In the darkness, more black tentacles slowly reached out, fighting to be the first to squeeze out.
The young man who was shrouded in the mist could not see everything clearly, but the two ladies saw it all.
One second ...
Two seconds ...
Three seconds ...
As time passed, the despair and resentment in the air became more and more intense. The strong wind that was supposed to be more powerful was now rolling on his body. The young man's robe was blown open by the wind, and he seemed to have doubled in size in an instant. As the sleeves of his clothes fluttered, they made 'pa pa' sounds.
It seemed that the young man's silence had also angered the resentful spirit again, and even pinluo wasn't going to let it go.
